So, for those who don’t know, I have recently taken up golf.
It is the most maddening sport ever. It frustrates me so much that after every single game, I vow never to darken either Rocklands or Woodmead courses again. Ever.
But, of course, I always go back (the intervals have been longer and longer after every vow J) and a couple of weeks ago, the whole family went to play 18 holes. Deep breath!! I had told myself, no tantrums, no frustrations, no anger, after all, it’s only a game.
For the first time, I actually enjoyed myself since I didn’t put myself under any pressure. In fact, I think it was so much fun because I knew I couldn’t get any worse as a golfer. Yes, my golf sucks!
This image, one of the few taken on that Sunday warms my heart so much. We were nowhere near the water hazards and unerringly, all our balls found themselves straying to the bottom of the lake. I think mine went in first and I told the caddy not to bother looking. And as balls 2, 3 and 4 went in, I think they all felt so aggrieved that they all went looking for all four balls as a matter of pride.
It was so funny, me sitting in the golf cart taking a photo of my 3 proud men plus caddy who decided they had to remedy the injustice of it all! I think 2 balls made it out alive!!
I still can’t say I love golf but perhaps now I have accepted my struggles, I just might give it another go. Soon….